5/16/10

Memories . . . .

Larry is a book collector.

While looking through some of his recent acquisitions, he found a great cache of small vintage paper dolls from the 1940s 1950s. The dolls and their clothes - dozens and dozens -- were carefully and precisely cut from newspapers and pressed into one of his books. He passed them on to me.

So, I put the paper dolls up for sale in my etsy shop.
And, showed them on my facebook page. And that is where the memories began to flow.

First, I heard from my cousin, Marilyn, who grew moved to California from Schenectedy when she and I were about ten years old. Now, she lives in Wisconsin and we've only seen one another twice in the last 50 years. But she read about the vintage paper dolls on facebook and immediately sent a comment with a childhood memory of playing with paper dolls that her mother drew for her. She said she also had store-bought paper dolls but the ones her mom made were her favorites.

Then, a former work colleague who I haven't seen in about a year sent a comment with her memories of playing with paper dolls. She said she grew up in a city in New York; favorite place to play with her paper dolls was on the front stoop.

I really cherish these shared memories and was mightily surprised that my little etsy listing would garner so much personal interest ........ and then I began to think about my own childhood........

Of a little girl who loved to visit her paternal grandparents. Who was in fact doted upon because she was the girl they never had and was the first grandchild.

My grandfather religiously cut Betsy McCall paper dolls from the Boston Sunday newspaper. He saved them in a dark brown basket that he kept by his chair in their sitting room...

...they were always there and ready for me when I visited or spent the night with them.

And of a little girl who played paper dolls in the kitchen while her mother ironed or cooked or did other chores. The kitchen had wainscotting halfway up the wall and that is where I placed my paper dolls after dressing them.......little girl paper dolls named 'Candy' and movie star paper dolls with their glamorous clothes all displayed along my kitchen walls. I remember my mother would have the radio on while she worked and I played ..... I remember my mother listening to the McCarthy hearings ..... I remember the coronation of Queen Elizabeth

Thanks Patricia. Your comments are lovely and much appreciated. I keep thinking I'll get back to my blog. It really was a pleasure. But life has a way to taking one on unexpected adventures. And why are there only 24 hours in a day, anyway!! I need more time. Pat

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I live on the Maine coast where I am blessed with the gift of time to do work that nourishes my soul.
These days, I'm practicing slow. . .reading, thinking, looking. . . giving myself the gift of timelessness to listen, learn, watch and just breath.
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